Lost Pages
There is a story in everything.
Written in different forms.
Etched within the bark of a tree.
Imprinted in the land.
Scattered about the sky.
These are the lost pages of a book.
A book that is written yet unwritten.
Whether the story is finished or not is irrelevant.
A single and grand story born from a multitude of others.
Stories that are personal; recorded in one's heart.
Stories that are global; a common bond that ties us all.
Yet even greater than this.
These stories are universal,
for everyhing began,
the middle is being lived,
and the ending is not written.
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